Chapter 297 Huangquan Town 22

Suddenly, a hand appeared from behind his head and covered Lin Yinxu's eyes, and then a soft voice sounded in his ears.

"Never look them in the eye or they will be eager to replace you."

Wen Yan forced Lin Yinxu to turn her head back and took her arm to walk forward.

"You didn't take me to get anything. She asked me to go with you, and I knew it wasn't that simple." Lin Yinxu's eyes gradually became firmer, a dagger appeared in her hand, and she struck hard.

The dagger stabbed directly into Wen Yan's neck.

Wen Yan froze and didn't move.

Lin Yinxu pulled out the dagger, and then stabbed it in fiercely, several times in a row. The blood on his neck stained his clothes red, but Wen Yan just stood still, as if he was not affected at all.

The hand holding Lin Yinxu's hand was still firm.

Lin Yinxu began to be afraid. It was the kind of fear that spread from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't even make a sound.

Wen Yan slowly turned his head like a rusty machine. There were a few black cracks on his originally gentle face, and the corners of his mouth stretched to the back of his head, revealing a weird and crazy smile.

"The last one, the last one..."

The same words kept coming from his mouth.

A paper-white hand clung to Lin Yinxu's arm, and then a paper-white head with two red cheeks painted on its face appeared next to her head, and let out a sharp and harsh laugh that kept echoing.

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Lin Yinxu couldn't feel her body anymore, only her consciousness still existed. She could only stare blankly, watching herself being carried into the coffin by a group of paper figures in red robes. She could see beside her as soon as she turned her eyes.

Lying corpse.

A face covered with a thick layer of white powder, and a putrid smell that even perfume couldn't cover up.

Lin Yinxu wanted to struggle, but she could only lie in the coffin and watch helplessly as the coffin boards were closed mercilessly. Then there were a few bangs and long nails were driven into the coffin, making the coffin boards fit tightly.

With the coffin in place, no light can penetrate from the outside, and no one inside can get out.

The air that could not circulate was mixed with fragrance and stench. Lin Yinxu could only breathe through his mouth, and his chest was rising and falling greatly.

The coffin was swaying, and the sound of gongs and drums was loud.

"Madam doesn't need to accompany you for the rest of the journey. I will watch the coffin being buried with my own eyes."

The light of the lamp flickered, shining on Wen Yan's gentle face.

The woman looked at the coffin with reluctance, her eyes filled with tears, and she asked again: "By doing this, I can see my son again?"

Wen Yan nodded, "I have done this not once or twice. You can ask a few more people, and they will all see their deceased children return again."

At the end of the procession of sending off the bride, there were two men standing. They were wearing bright red clothes that obviously did not match their appearance. They were probably made of paper.

"Brother, if you send this away, we will be fine, right?"

Zhou Shu looked around with vigilance and replied in a low voice: "Just treat this as a normal game. Generally, you will clear the level after completing the tasks. Don't think it is so complicated. Didn't the big boss tell us? It will definitely not be the case.

Something happened."

Yu Wen muttered in a low voice, "He is so powerful, why doesn't he just take us out of here?"

Zhou Shu hit Yu Wen's arm with his elbow, "Didn't I tell you not to have such thoughts again? You have to know that games like this will continue to appear in the future. Can you ensure that we are so lucky every time?

, can you always meet nice and strong people?”

Yu Wen shook his head.

Zhou Shu added: "That's why we need to train ourselves even more, especially now that he guarantees that nothing will happen to us."

The suona sounded, red paper and white copper coins were thrown high, and were blown all over the ground by the wind. Fog spread everywhere, and the surrounding houses were obscured, leaving only an outline.

Wen Yan walked in the front holding a lantern.

There was an ethereal banging sound in the distance, mixed in with the sounds of various musical instruments, but it didn't seem obtrusive at all, and it was just right.

A team carried the coffin and staggered toward an exit. There was light there, and even the weakest light seemed bright in this dark, misty night.

Wen Yan took them not to the cemetery they had chosen long ago, but to a completely opposite place.

Where the weeds and shrubs grew wildly, there was a trail left in the center. The trail was not narrow, but it was not that wide either. It was just right for a group of people carrying the coffin.

At the end of the trail is a small ruined temple, as big as two or three rooms put together. Two red lanterns hang at the door of the temple, swaying left and right in the wind. Next to it is a stone statue half a man tall.

It looks very strange, with a long tongue sticking out and eyes looking up. What's even stranger is that there is a yellow talisman stuck on the head of the stone statue.

Stepping up the moss-covered stone steps, we entered the main house. In the center of the front of the house was a statue of Buddha. He wore a Vairocana crown and cassocks. He looked like a monk. He held a tin staff in one hand.

He holds a lotus in one hand and a lion-like dog underneath him as his mount.

The coffin was placed in the center, facing the Buddha statue.

Then the group of people carrying the coffin dispersed in an orderly manner, but they did not leave. Instead, they stood scattered in a certain position. It seemed messy, but in fact everyone stood in a specific position, forming a

graphics.

Zhou Shu and Yu Wen were stunned, standing at the door and not daring to move, because they didn't know where they should stand.

Wen Yan put down the lantern in his hand. There were clearly several dusty oil lamps next to the incense burner, but he didn't use them. Instead, he took out a box of matches, lit the fire, and went straight to light the incense, waiting for a match to burn quickly.

After finishing, the three incense sticks were lit.

He took three sticks of incense, bowed down and worshiped three times with a pious expression, and then put the incense in the incense burner.

A dark red pattern gradually appeared on the ground around the coffin.

Wen Yan took out a round copper coin with four corners from his arms and placed it on the coffin. Then he took out a knife and scratched his palm, and skillfully drew something on the coffin board with his own blood.

Suddenly a basin of water fell from the sky, and the elegant Wen Yan instantly turned into a drowned rat. Not only that, the pattern he had been painting for a long time also turned into blood and fell to the ground at that moment.

"Tick-tock-tock..."

The surroundings were eerily quiet, a dead silence.

When Yu Wen and Zhou Shu saw that something was not going well, they immediately hid at the door.

Wen Yan squinted his eyes, his face was gloomy, and his hands were clenched tightly. He looked up and saw the woman lying on the roof, with only her head exposed and a smile on her face.

It's a familiar face.

Seeing that he saw her, Qinuo waved and shouted with a smile: "Hello~~"
Chapter completed!